Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Chapter 15

Harry fed Sirius and told a few kids at lunch about his days in the school and fighting Voldemort. And then it was time for class to begin. And Harry found he loved teaching. It was kind of like getting Dumbledore's Army ready.

When it was time for class to begin, Draco got to his feet and headed to the dungeon. He had spent a lot of time in there, making it less dark and miserable and more like...him. The desk had been completely redone, sanded down, re-stained. The shelves and books had all been cleaned up and dusted. The curtains were dark green, but actually allowed sunlight in. It seemed cleaner and brighter and...happier. "You have two choices..." He started, his first class being a bunch of fifth years. "You can not listen, and I'll make sure this is the most boring class you have ever had to face, or you can pay attention, and I'll show you how potions can be fun..." His threat was met with a few chuckles, apparently no one thought potions could be fun. Well..he was giving them the choice.

Harry finally had a free period and he went to the dungeons. He sat outside, listening to Draco. It didn't sound like he was surviving too well. Harry bit his lip. Maybe...Maybe he needed a little help...He braced himself, knowing Draco wasn't going to like it. He opened the door. "It can be fun, if you know what you're doing. Remember when we switched bodies?" He chuckled at the memory. And students perked up in their seats, looking from Draco and Harry. "Hey, sorry to bug you, but I just need to grab a potion for Neville." He went over to the back wall, looking for one.

He was doing fine, until Potter barged in. "That wasn't...fun. Outside...now." he growled, and the class fell silent. It was Slytherins and Gryffindors, and they had all faced that look at one point during their first year. And if they hadn't faced it personally, they'd seen it from afar.

Harry grabbed a lime green potion. "Huh?" He looked at Draco, blinking. "What? What'd I say?

He grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt as the giggles and whispers began. Already they were doubting his ability as a teacher. He yanked Harry roughly into the hall. "What the hell do you think you're doing!"

"I was trying to help." He squeaked. "I mean...It sounded like...you needed help..." He pulled back. "I was getting a potion for Neville." He turned and started down the hall.

"Don't you DARE walk away from me Potter!" He yelled, going after him, and then stopping. "Now, thanks to you, I not only have to chip away the idea that potions doesn't suck, but always get rid of the idea that I'm completely useless as a teacher. Thanks for your 'help'. And next time...knock ." Clearly Draco was pissed, and it showed on his face how he entered the room and barked at them to start reading. He flopped into his seat frowning.

Harry continued on his way. Feeling heavy. Why? WHY? He sat on his desk in the classroom, his head bowed. Why did Draco always push him away? He tried so hard but...Draco didn't like him. He groaned.

Draco used the same approach with every class, save for the first years. And for the others it went over just fine, they were curious at the idea it didn't have to be boring. It was just a difficult age with two difficult houses. And Potter had gone ahead and made it more difficult. By dinner though, that class that Potter interrupted was the talk of the school, some students defended his teaching ability, but most found it funny that he needed Potter to bail him out. They thought it had been planned that way. And Draco was miserable.

Harry came in and took his seat next to Draco like a sullen child. He sighed, feeding Sirius under the table. He glanced at Draco. "U-Um..."

"Don't bother. Just listen to them." He didn't want excuses. He didn't want to talk about it. Instead he simply poked at his food and ate it. After only about half though, he dropped his fork and stood up. Things had gone better for him in Durmstrang, and they spent the first week tormenting him. So instead he left, which only increased the amount of talk.

Harry followed. "Draco!" He bit his lip. "I'm...I'm sorry. I was only trying to help...please..."

"What part of back off don't you understand. Next time go help Longbottom a little more or something." It was clear he was moving back to the new set of memories, not the old ones like Harry wanted. And yet deep down he felt bad, Potter was trying, it wasn't his fault. And yet it was...

Harry ran forward and jumped in front of Draco. "Draco. Please...I can't back away. If I do then you'll completely leave me again!" He bowed his head. "I can't lose you again."

"I'll be here all year, unless I get fired before then. But trust me, keep doing what you're doing and I wont leave you. I'll crush you and break you and destroy you..." He wasn't going to fall for Potter's little cries for attention. Clearly the guy did not care for him, and Draco's job was just a game to him.

Harry gave a small smile. It was shaky. "That would be okay. Just...don't leave me again." He moved closer to him. "Draco...please..." He lightly cupped Draco's cheek.

He swatted Harry's hand away. "Get out of my way, go finish your dinner you idiot..." He took a cautious step backwards. Away from Harry.

Harry froze, pain etched all over his face. Draco's face flashed in front of his eyes, Draco telling Harry to give him time. And Harry was pushing him away. "I'm sorry." He said, taking a step back. "I was...I'm sorry." He turned away slowly, and then ran away. Out to the tree at the lake.

"Bloody moron." He muttered, and made his way to his room. He was the laughing stock of the school, and that sucked. He looked out his window, he had a nice view of the lake...and apparently Potter. What a guy, even ruining the view out his window. He collapsed to his bed and locked his door, with magic. He had a hunch. Eventually he dozed off.

Harry slowly slid to the ground, staring out at the water. He leaned against the tree and closed his eyes. Pain racing through his body with each beat of his heart. He stayed the for a long time, and then he stood and went to his room, grabbing his cloak. He slipped it on and went to Draco's door. He tried it quietly, finding it was locked. "Alohamora." He said, and slipped inside. He went to Draco's bed and knelt down next to his sleeping form. His hand itched to reach out and touch Draco, to pull him close. "...I messed up." He whispered.

"Did you notice my door creaks?" Draco muttered, though again one would be hesitant to say whether he was asleep or awake. But he was very much awake, and his hunch very much correct.

Harry paused. "...Yes." He whispered back, and he took a seat on the floor, leaning against the bed, but not looking at him. "Sorry." He sighed, causing his cloak to rustle a bit. "You told me to wait. But I couldn't. And now...the other you hates me even more."

Draco rolled over and beaned Potter in the head with a pillow. "You mean the me you woke up." He growled, sitting up slightly. The only reason he knew where to hit was because of the slight rustle of the cloak.

The cloak fell off and Harry was sitting there staring at him with wide eyes. He looked away, scooting back. "Sorry...Sorry..." He wrapped his arms about his knees, burying his face there. "I know...you don't want me here...but...I can't..." His shoulders shook. He couldn't hold it in anymore and he began crying. "I miss you...so much...I can't do it alone..."

"Oh...don't start with the crying..." He rolled his eyes and sat up fully. "You can do it alone, because the Harry Potter I knew doesn't cry. In fact, he liked doing things alone." Then again, the Harry he knew hated him. And that worked for them.

"But I'm not him anymore!" He said, looking up at him. "I changed...when we fell in love." He stared at him for a moment, tears continuing to slide down and making soft 'pat pat pat' noises as they fell on Harry's clothes. "Is being with me so repulsive? Do you truly not want to remember ANYTHING of our time together?"

"You're an idiot. I remember each and every little detail. But I also remember you screwing up my class, making a fool out of me the very first day as a teacher, and creeping into my bedroom in the middle of the night. And to be honest, that's a little weird, and makes me wonder if we ever should be together!" He glared at Potter. It was easy for Potter to be blind, he managed to accept one side of the memories. Draco wasn't that lucky.

Harry sat still for a minute, his entire body trembling. He finally stood. "Then...I'm done." He moved over to Draco and quickly kissed his forehead. "Please...be happy." He grabbed his cloak and left the room.

The next morning his seat was empty and McGonagall announced that for the time being DADA classes were canceled. Upon going to Harry's classroom students found it empty. Even his bedroom. Everything...was gone.

Draco was slightly stunned. And then angry, how dare he do this to the school! To Minerva! So before class he scrawled a note, basically calling Potter an idiot, and saying he could never ever love a coward, blah blah blah. And he sent it by owl, to find Potter. Plus he still had to get ready for the arrival of the Durmstrang teachers. What else could possibly go wrong?

...Draco's letter..was sent right back to him...